only a masterpiece can be painted over
so many times
until it fully becomes not its self
until it fully becomes desecrated beyond repair.
the is the desecration of figure 8.
xo
xo
xo
time to go.
bye.
Silverlake
once the Camelot
of culture
now anyone walks around
in their own grandeur
pretending they walk above all.
This is how we reached
the desecration of figure 8.
Scribbling words and symbols
with no value
with no weight.
xo
xo
xo
nothing to show.
the easy way out.
The songs of silverlake
were once a mentor to me
from the strung of the guitar
to the heartfelt poetry
now it is only covered by walls
of deceit
of desolation
where everything means nothing to me.
Such a traduce
people try to project
believing individuality and independence
will conquer all
but only now under these walls
exist faded color bars.
I amongst others
lament to the desecration of figure 8.
xo
xo
xo
only thing remains are
pictures of me.
Though now
a decade has passed
since that fateful knife pierced the heart.
The accolade of LA
breaks through the graffiti
for it is song
which ascends beyond
the desecration of figure 8.
xo
xo
xo
still after the storms
you are there the morning after.

I was really bummed out when I went to visit the Figure 8 memorial a couple years ago and saw this. I hear they’ve fixed it up recently though. Thanks for the poem.